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© Jan Wayne Fields
I’m Holding My Own
by Miles H. Rost
“Mitch, how long have you been living out here for?”
“Well, Sheena threw me out about two and a half years ago, and I didn’t find this place until the fall. I’d probably say almost two years now.”
The man took a long draught of his brew, looked around at Mitch’s “home”.
“And you like it here?”
“Yeah. I go to work for 8 hours, then come home to nature.”
“What about heat?”
“Sleeping bag, and if necessary, a good woman.”
The man took another long draw from his bottle.
“I have what I need right here. I am quite content.”
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Ah, this man has the ‘Life’….until Winter, then he might just need a warmer sleeping bag and maybe two women
Yes, I’m thinking he is not living in a “winter” place to be there for two years… Hey, if he’s happy, who are we to judge?
Long may he hold his own, 🙂
Two years is a long time – I hope he doesn’t get severe floods.
I think it would work… if the sleeping bag was warm enough and I had somewhere to shower.
Good title for this atmospheric piece. Well done.
Yours,
Doug
Great take on the prompt and it’s also interesting to read the comments and see how others feel about living in a tent. I live in Sydney, Australia where all but 3 months of the year, you’d manage in the tent, aside from the rain. Mind you, they’re supposedly waterproof.
I’ve been revisiting a backpacking trip I did through Europe back in 1992 in my early 20s. I was very idealistic back then and wanted to live in a tent and help people. In some ways, it’s a shame we have to grow up.
xx Rowena